Spring took its sweet time before making a full and committed appearance in the air.
I’m a grown woman who doesn’t drive.
Nowadays, I take my first coffee of the day with an extra shot of catastrophe.
Is it overly optimistic to expect flowers from one’s husband on Mother’s Day? Apparently it is. “You are not my mother,” proclaims the empty-handed and...
Lebanese women are apparently so good-looking people should travel here according to U.Cityguide’s: “Top Ten Countries With The Most Beautiful Women In The...
If you enjoy a quiet life then here’s a tip: Never initiate a conversation about customer service standards in Lebanon.
This winter has been unbearably harsh. Admittedly it’s not quite a Boston whiteout scenario, but dramatic enough by poorly infrastructured, underresourced...
I am listening to a song by Lebanese folk-rock band Postcards.
I’d like to discuss humility – or to be more precise, the lack of it. I’d like to say the Lebanese are a humble understated lot, who never brag or boast or...
“Do not talk to strangers.” I was haunted by these words growing up where I did.
Here’s a small exercise to start the day: If I say the word Lebanon, what are the very first images and words that spring to mind?
Have you ever wondered why the Lebanese abroad can stand patiently in line whenever they’re required to do so, but suddenly lose that ability – and all notion...
Today to the utter delight of mothers and dismay of children, schools finally opened the doors that had been closed by Zina.
There is nothing more frustrating than sitting in holiday traffic, but now that the congestion has eased up, I’ve got to admit, I’m sort of missing it.
Three more days to go before we get to say bye to the mother of all anni horribiles and hopefully have it fade into distant memory.
I want to grow old in Lebanon. Yes, you heard me right and before you accuse me of blind patriotism, allow me to explain.
Beirut’s streets have seen a lot of action over the past few decades, but very little of that action has involved walking.
If there’s one thing that unites Lebanese of all denominations almost as much as a shared love of tabbouleh, it’s the childish delight in all that sparkles...
I get a warm fuzzy feeling when there’s an international book fair in town and the book part is only the half of it.
The Lebanese are famous for partying, but this year’s washout Independence Day celebrations – canceled reluctantly – could not be blamed on the rain.